Page 35 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

Before I have a chance to fully panic that she's changed her mind and realized what she's with after all, she presses closer suddenly, making my breath stutter as the top of her ass fits perfectly against my groin.

"I know you're nervous," she whispers, reaching back to guide my hand to her hip. "It's okay. You can stay behind me. Like this."

She grinds her ass against my cock.

I let out a soft growl, lifted up at the end to ask without words if she's sure. Don't know how to explain it will hurt. I don't even know if I can fuck her ass. My cock is as huge as the rest of me.

“I’m sure,” she says. “I can take it. Just… go slow. Prepare me first.”

“Fuck,” Thane mutters, his voice rough as his dark eyes flick over her. He’s already hard, his hands twitching at his sides like he doesn’t know if he can go slow.

“Take me from the front,” Ivy says to him with an only slightly shy grin.

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

He steps forward, his hands sliding up her sides, over her ribs, while the water runs over all of us.

My hands join his, exploring her together.

Keeps me from spiraling.

She's so fucking soft. Every inch of her curves and valleys, all that smooth skin that makes my scarred hands even rougher in comparison.

But she arches into my touch anyway.

Thane moves closer, trapping Ivy between us. The space is so tight our bodies are forced together, skin on skin, no room for anything but this.

I slide my hand between her legs, finding her slick and ready. So wet, even with the shower spray. My fingers slide through her folds, and she gasps, pressing back harder against me with a soft sound that goes straight to my cock.

"Please," she whimpers.

I growl in response, coating my fingers in her slick, using her natural lubricant to prepare her. She's so responsive, her whole body trembling as I work her open carefully.

My anxiety keeps tugging at me.

Like a chain on a dog's neck.

Trying to drag me back into the dark. But she smells so good, her honey scent blooming between Thane and me, I can't retreat far enough into my mind for it to matter.

She wants this. Wants me.

So I'll give her what she wants.

One finger, then two, stretching her gently while my other hand grips her hip to keep her steady as her bare feet slip and stutter on the shower floor for purchase.

The sounds she makes drive me insane. Little gasps and moans that echo in the small space, mixing with the rush of water and Thane's rough breathing.

I lift her up and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her. The angle's different than before. Tighter. More intense. I push in slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.

"Fuck," she gasps, her nails digging into Thane's shoulders for support. "Wraith, you're… you're so big⁠—"

The words make my vision blur.

I pause, writing across her shoulders with the tip of my finger, hoping she can make out the letters.

Can't sign in the fucking dark.

T-O-O… M-U-C-H?